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Short Fiction
The Pinecone Kicker
Greer never gave up on his dream, although his body had reservations
Greer Davidson took a light and guarded step, planted his foot onto the football field, shifted his weight, and swung his right leg toward an object perched in the grass in front of him.
Eighty-thousand fans stopped screaming and, for the moment, breathing, while Greer readied to kick a football through the yellow uprights at the back of the end zone at Legion Field, sealing the victory for his beloved Alabama Crimson Tide.
A stoic-faced Coach “Bear” Bryant — his face was always stoic — stood frozen on the sidelines with a look of “Boy, you better not miss this” etched on his face.
Greer had been waiting for this moment all his life. Since he could remember all he wanted to do was play football for the Bear. It had been a long journey, but he was finally here and his friends and family cheered him on in the stands.
The Auburn student section contained at least 100 fans who voluntarily painted themselves orange and blue, head to toe, and they were a sight. Since the game started they screamed, yelled, and questioned Greer’s parentage.
Greer ignored them.
